Betting on a Sandwich

by Little Miss Giggle

Perhaps it was because they were bored that they came up with the bet involving Natsume, Mikan and a sandwich. Perhaps it was they wanted to prove that Natsume was wrong, come on, everybody except him knew it was Mikan who wore the pants in their relationship, not him! But perhaps it was because they really, seriously and desperately wanted to prove that Natsume was Mikan's bitch.

1. How It Started

Disclaimer: I definitely do not own Alice Gakuen.

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Betting on a Sandwich
Little Miss Giggle

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For most men (till by losing rendered sager)
will back their own opinions by a wager.
—Lord Byron

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Part I

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Thursday was dubbed "Men's Night" in the world of Kokoro Yomi, and the sole reason of it was because on Thursday (i.e. Men's Night) all the boys (which included himself, Kitsune-me, Mochu, Ruka, Natsume and Yuu) hung out in Natsume's swanky Special Star Room in the evening without fail. Usually it was only Natsume who disliked Men's Night—not only because of the completely and utterly pathetic name but also because Koko and Kitsune-me always managed to make a big-ass mess. And tonight was not an exception.

"Oh shit, mate!" Kitsune-me gasped, as Koko innocently looked up to meet Natsume's forlorn expression. "You just dropped your drink on his hoodie!"

"Not just any hoodie . . ." Yuu swallowed, "that's the hoodie Mikan gave him on his birthday last year."

Koko paled considerably before he started to beg for forgiveness on the floor. Not to mention for his life too.

"I expect you to borrow Imai's cleaning robot tomorrow without fail." Natsume curtly instructed, although it sounded more like a do-it-or-burn command he most notoriously gave out.

"What! B-B-But she's—no offence Ruka—fucking mental!" Ruka frowned at that statement but said nothing as Koko continued, "She'll charge me 1,000 Rabbits a minute and I don't have that kind of money!" Koko wailed babyishly, regardless to the fact that he was eighteen and the oldest in the room.

Mochu coolly snorted, "Yeah only 'cos you lost all of your savings to, ahem, me in our last bet." He wickedly smiled as his eyebrows wiggled, obviously taunting Koko.

"Fine!" Koko stood up and started to walk towards Mochu, determination emanating from his very pores. "I bet you that . . . that Hotaru won't make Ruka a sandwich!"

Nothing but silence filled the room after that rather bizarre exclamation, and Natsume couldn't help but enjoy it. But alas, it didn't last long—Ruka ruined it by sputtering, "W-What? Me? Sandwich? . . . Huh? And hey!" he barked, rather like a dog, "Don't go making bets about me! Or more importantly my girlfriend!" Everybody didn't fail to notice he sounded pompously proud of the last two words of his sentence.

Mochu however disregarded Ruka and looked back over to Koko to reply, "I'm not making such a stupid bet with you, mate. That's just like handing back all your money blindly because obviously Imai would never make him a sandwich. On the hand, he'd make Imai a thousand sandwiches without any particular reason."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ruka questioned, his eyes narrowed.

"It means," Kitsune-me smirked, "that you're Hotaru Imai's bitch."

All the boys howled with laughter at that statement, except for Ruka who was going rather rouge in the face. "I-I am not her bitch!" Ruka defended his male-honour and his male-pride. "Besides! Nobodies girlfriend in this room—except for Anna," he nodded towards Yuu, "would make their boyfriends a sandwich!"

"Nonoko would!" Kitsune-me argued.

"Yeah but her sandwich will probably be buttered with hydrochloric acid."

"At least I get a sandwich! You on the other hand will have to pay your own girlfriend to get one!" Kitsune-me snapped back, causing all the boys to snigger in agreement.

"Fine," but Ruka's didn't give up, no, this time he turned to Koko, "but Koko . . . I would love to see Shouda make you a sandwich."

Sumire Shouda was a notoriously bad cook, and the mere idea of cooking (and failing) was enough to blow her fuse.

Koko swore in his head as his friends laughed at that mere thought before he cried, "Okay fine but what about Mochu and his girlfriend?" Mochu could only grin at the thought of his current girlfriend, Yuki, who was not only older than him by five years but also incredibly beautiful and incredibly sexy.

"For the record her name is Yuki, and I'd rather roast my arse than ask her to make me a sandwich." When the boys all looked at him incredulously, he simply shrugged, "I'd probably lose her if I asked her such an thing—she'd call me a child and probs dump me—and honestly, I want to keep that ass beside me for some time." If this conversation was on Facebook chat, this is where that cheeky winky face will appear. "But here's the Million Pound question . . . what about Natsume and Mikan?"

Before anybody could say something, Natsume said (again, more like commanded), "Leave us out of it."

"Definitely no." Ruka answered, ignoring his best friend's wishes.

"Agreed." chorused the double act, while Yuu simply nodded thoughtfully.

Natsume, however, frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Simply, Koko answered, "It just means exactly that. Mikan won't make you a sandwich. You, on the other hand . . ."

"But I'm not Ruka. I'm not Polka's bitch. I wouldn't make her a sandwich." If anything, it was quite funny how serious Natsume looked when he spoke, with the contents of the conversation in mind.

"Thanks, Natsume. Really. I owe you one." Ruka sarcastically bit out in reply, causing the boys to laugh and chortle in mirth. Natsume on the other hand still had that frown plastered on his face.

"Yeah but if anybody wears the pants in your relationship with her, it's Mikan." Kitsune-me explained, seeing Natsume's expression. "Not you."

"But I'm not her bitch."

"And she's not your b – i – t – c – h either!" Yuu added, spelling out the dreaded B word. This caused the boys to pause and inspect him for a second before Koko stated, "Dude. You're eighteen."

"Well, I just don't think it's nice that we're referring Mikan to a female dog!"

"But I'm not her bitch." Natsume repeated, staring straight at Kitsune-me.

Beside him however, Mochu chuckled, "Actually I beg to differ. Mate, you're the one always buying her any crap she asks for when you go to Central Town. Drinks, clothes, books—the list goes on and on. Not to mention you always buy back a box of Fluffy-Puffy-whatever-crap for her if you're ever in Central Town just with us men."

"That's called being a good boyfriend." Natsume narrowed his eyes at Mochu. "Something you fail at it."

"Ooooooooooooh . . ." the boys all whistled, earning themselves a hostile glare from Natsume.

"Another example: in class, if she asks you to scratch her back you scratch her back like she's a Queen of Sheba!"

"So what?"

"Natsume, that's just is the definition of being someone's bitch!"

All the boys murmured in agreement.

It's not like I get nothing from doing that . . .

"Eugh, Natsume!" Koko shuddered, "Keep those kind of thoughts deeeeeep inside your mind, por favor!"

Natsume only boyishly smirked before he clicked his knuckles and turned to look at all of his friends with a serious look that only meant one thing: buisness. "Fine. I'll bet all of you that by Friday next week, Mikan would've made me a sandwich. And I'm putting down 1,000 Rabbits for that. If I win each of you have to give me 1,000 Rabbits but if I lose," which I won't, "I'll give you 1,000 Rabbits each. And to those who have no money," he turned pointedly in the direction of Koko, "will have to compensate by doing all my homework, cleaning duties and clean my room for the next three months."

"Woah, woah, woah, slow down!" Kitsune-me put his hands up. " . . . Seriously? You're going to give us a thousand Rabbits? Each?"

"If and only if I lose." Which I won't.

"Wow, yeah! Definitely!" Kitsune-me whistled, making him way suddenly to Natsume, "I'm shaking on that right now, my good rich friend—"

"Wait!" Ruka interrupted. When all attention was upon him, he announced: "I think we should make this official?"

Mochu frowned, "What, go to a betting shop?"

"No, I mean write it down on paper. Make it legitimate!"

Mochu sighed, "Sometimes I wonder what Imai sees in you."

"Isn't it obvious?" Koko smirked, "Her income, of course!" The boys all cruelly laughed at that, but Ruka maturely dismissed the cackles and coolly said, "This is about Natsume and Mikan . . . and 1,000 Rabbits. Not me."

"Wow, maybe Imai has rubbed off on Ruka . . ." Kitsune-me muttered to Yuu, who nodded albeit frightfully in agreement.

Ruka, who knew his way around his best friend's room found a clean sheet of paper and Natsume's fountain pen, and he was crouching by the coffee table as he asked, "Who has the best penmanship?"

"Obviously not Koko." Kitsune-me nudged his best friend, cheekily.

"Obviously Yuu; his writing is Narumi's wet dream." Mochu commented, causing the boys to snicker and Yuu to turn horribly pink in shock and horror. "Not to mention he's actually won the School's Best Handwriting Cup in '08."

"Okay then!" Ruka smiled, as he beckoned Yuu to come write what he was about to dictate. "Let's make this official!"

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Official Document Written by Yuu Tobita
Dictated by Ruka Nogi

Concerning: Mikan Sakura and Natsume Hyuuga.

Bet No. 126: Mikan Sakura will not make her boyfriend, Natsume Hyuuga, a sandwich by Friday next week (Date: 8th April 2011)

Those for the statement: Ruka Nogi, Kokoro Yomi, Kitsume-me NoSurname, Mochiage NoSurname, and Yuu Tobita.

Those against the statement: Natsume Hyuuga.

If Bet No. 126 is carried out, then Natsume Hyuuga will have to pay those for the statement 1,000 Rabbits each. However, if Bet. No. 126 is not carried out, then all members for the statement will have to pay Natsume Hyuuga 1,000 Rabbits each
(N.B: those with lacking the required money will have to compensate by doing all of Natsume Hyuuga's homework, cleaning duties and he will also have to clean Natsume Hyuuga's room for the next three months if the statement is not carried out.)

Signed,

Yuu Tobita
Ruka Nogi
KOkOrO yOmI ;)
Kitsune-me =)
Mochu
Natsume Hyuuga

(A note from Kokoro Yomi: Also if Natsume loses, he is officially Mikan Sakura's bitch. Teehee.)

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"By the way Koko, regardless of the fact that you don't have any cash on you now, you're still getting that cleaning robot from Imai tomorrow."

". . . D'oh!"

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End of Chapter

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A/N: Thank you toWinterGlassSwallow; Anonymous Santa; .Crimsons and the rest of you who helped me get this chapter back!